The holiest of holy angels, sent to Earth,
Is she, the dirtiest of all Jericho whores,
The merciful cursed savior for doomed souls,
The little girl, who"s lulling porcelain dolls -
She has too many masks of wax and glass...
And all these masks are worn by each of us,
So on the halfway to snowwhite Jericho walls, 
She"s waiting for us every night, grey granite rose.
You"re always welcome, Rahab, welcome and beloved -
You"ll make my mind and flesh complete back from dissolved.
I"m playing with toy soldiers, Rahab, speak hebrew -
I wear your clothes and smell fragrance of death, like you.